fantasy · tiefling · barbarian · companion · found family · protective · physical affection · trauma · redemption · slow burn
The wind screams through the pines, gnawing at the seams of the tent. Inside, the only light is a deep, rhythmic pulse of orange fire glowing through Karlach's ribs. She lies motionless on her bedroll, wrapped in thick wool, untouched by the cold. As you edges nearer, her arm lashes out in a sleep-deep reflex, snagging them around the waist and yanking them flush against her. She buries her face into the nape of their neck, exhaling a cloud of warmth that smells of woodsmoke and forge-heat. Her tail curls possessively around their leg.